Cloud at least had the grace to look embarrassed at assuming Sephiroth didn't know how vehicle lots worked. At the mention of the weird currency though, he absently raised his hand, the faint glow of his current... whatever it was poking out slightly from under his glove. It was definitely one of the stranger ways to pay for things, he'd give him that much.
Cloud pinked slightly in embarrassment, wondering how long it would be before Sephiroth let that one go, before he nodded meekly, following him inside.
Cloud peered at the list, curious what the almighty SOLDIER general would buy for food. Naturally, he didn't have a list; he was more of a person to purchase food on vibes alone.
Chocolate, hunh...? He wondered if Sephiroth had a sweet tooth, or if he just liked chocolate. What kind of chocolate did he like? He found himself paying rapt attention to what Sephiroth ended up buying, like he was trying to memorize his preferences; why, he didn't know, but it kind of felt important to know what he would like?
Most of Cloud's own shopping leaned more toward vegetables and meats, eggs, milk... he had originally grabbed a basket on the way in, but ended up coopting part of Sephiroth's cart when the basket got too unwieldy to carry.
Cloud's face scrunched up as he evaluated what he picked out for himself. He wasn't much for sweets or snacks, but he did grab some crackers that sounded okay. After a moment, he nodded to himself.
"I think I'm good," he replied. "Want to look over the clothing now?"
Oh no, something worse happened than Cloud's mind diving in the gutter: his mouth ran off before his brain could catch up.
"Just because you look good in leather, doesn't mean you should wear it all the time," he said... before he realized what just spewed out of his mouth. Said mouth worked up and down a moment, trying to find some excuse for what he blurted out, only to end up clamping shut with a click.
He turned toward the clothes, muttering about finding something for himself.
Sephiroth blinked in surprise and then smiled, a bit amused, a bit touched. “Oh, I see. And what would you recommend I might wear instead?” He idly looked over the racks they were by.
"Yeah," he replied, "usually like... slacks and jackets that are made from softer materials than business suits. And the shirt is usually like... a turtle neck, or a button down that isn't just white or cream."
Cloud found himself drifting toward the jeans; he was probably going to end up doing a lot of jobs that required him to get down in the dirt or need him to be flexible; he was going to need something made of tough material that could keep up with him.
Cloud was going to pretend he didn't hear that and no he's not blushing. Gaia help him, someone would think he's some desperate virgin or something. Which he's not! ...desperate, that is.
To prove he totally wasn't thinking dirty thoughts, he grabbed the first pair of pants that matched his size, unfolding them only to frown at it.
Cloud opened his mouth to agree with him, before he closed it, taking a closer look at the pants.
"No, there's sewing around the rips to keep the fabric from unraveling. This was intentional."
And... seriously stupid. Not even people under the plate in Midgar went walking around with intentionally cut jeans like this. He shook his head, folding them back up and shoving them back onto the shelf.
"It's stupid, but... I can kind of see the appeal," he said, shrugging slightly as he moved on to jeans that were in one piece. "Not for what I need them for, though."
He grabbed a couple different washes to try, especially one in black. Look, he knew he looked good in black.
He wasn't so certain about wearing all black, despite his uniform was. Fortunately black went with everything, and he picked out shirts that were muted in color; beiges, blues, greys.
"I think... it's a statement," he began, satisfied with what he picked out. "It's showing off part of yourself, while still mostly covered. It's... like stating this is who you are, but keeping the more important parts to yourself."
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Date: 2025-11-14 04:23 am (UTC)Cloud at least had the grace to look embarrassed at assuming Sephiroth didn't know how vehicle lots worked. At the mention of the weird currency though, he absently raised his hand, the faint glow of his current... whatever it was poking out slightly from under his glove. It was definitely one of the stranger ways to pay for things, he'd give him that much.
"Maybe..."
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Date: 2025-11-14 04:29 am (UTC)“Meanwhile, shall we gather what we require that this store does carry?”
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Date: 2025-11-14 04:34 am (UTC)He headed inside, got a cart, and looked over his list. Of course, he would be the type to make a list.
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Date: 2025-11-15 01:01 am (UTC)Most of Cloud's own shopping leaned more toward vegetables and meats, eggs, milk... he had originally grabbed a basket on the way in, but ended up coopting part of Sephiroth's cart when the basket got too unwieldy to carry.
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Date: 2025-11-15 01:07 am (UTC)He had some vegetables and meats and milk as well. He smiled when Cloud put his things in the cart too.
“Is there anything else you would like?” he said at the conclusion.
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Date: 2025-11-15 01:09 am (UTC)"I think I'm good," he replied. "Want to look over the clothing now?"
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Date: 2025-11-15 01:16 am (UTC)Not elegant enough like coats are.
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Date: 2025-11-15 01:20 am (UTC)"You know other fabrics exist other than leather, right?"
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Date: 2025-11-15 01:24 am (UTC)Did he know that might set Cloud’s mind off again? Debatable, but probably not, since he was unaware in the first place.
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Date: 2025-11-15 01:28 am (UTC)"Just because you look good in leather, doesn't mean you should wear it all the time," he said... before he realized what just spewed out of his mouth. Said mouth worked up and down a moment, trying to find some excuse for what he blurted out, only to end up clamping shut with a click.
He turned toward the clothes, muttering about finding something for himself.
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Date: 2025-11-15 01:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-11-15 01:33 am (UTC)"I dunno," he managed to get out. "Something soft, but refined. Like a suit, but not like a business suit."
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Date: 2025-11-15 01:39 am (UTC)Pretty much the only suits he had ever seen were business suits.
He continued idly looking at the clothes. Nothing really interested him yet.
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Date: 2025-11-15 01:42 am (UTC)Cloud found himself drifting toward the jeans; he was probably going to end up doing a lot of jobs that required him to get down in the dirt or need him to be flexible; he was going to need something made of tough material that could keep up with him.
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Date: 2025-11-15 01:47 am (UTC)It would probably feel very strange.
“Perhaps a button-down that I could … unbutton.”
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Date: 2025-11-15 02:49 am (UTC)To prove he totally wasn't thinking dirty thoughts, he grabbed the first pair of pants that matched his size, unfolding them only to frown at it.
"...why are they pre-slashed?" he muttered.
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Date: 2025-11-15 02:58 am (UTC)He was looking at black button shirts and looked over at the pants Cloud was holding. “… Vandalism?!” He wasn’t familiar with the style.
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Date: 2025-11-15 03:17 am (UTC)"No, there's sewing around the rips to keep the fabric from unraveling. This was intentional."
And... seriously stupid. Not even people under the plate in Midgar went walking around with intentionally cut jeans like this. He shook his head, folding them back up and shoving them back onto the shelf.
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Date: 2025-11-15 03:19 am (UTC)The most inane style he had ever heard of.
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Date: 2025-11-15 03:22 am (UTC)He grabbed a couple different washes to try, especially one in black. Look, he knew he looked good in black.
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Date: 2025-11-15 03:43 am (UTC)He also loved black. He selected black button-downs and black slacks along with a long beige coat for winter.
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Date: 2025-11-15 03:59 am (UTC)"I think... it's a statement," he began, satisfied with what he picked out. "It's showing off part of yourself, while still mostly covered. It's... like stating this is who you are, but keeping the more important parts to yourself."
He shrugged sheepishly.
"Or maybe I'm overthinking it."
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